Gone for Eight Hundred Turns, thread once again rains from the sky. A Pern decimated by the onslaught looks toward a hidden savior. The last of dragonkind and their riders emerge from a deep slumber. With AIVAS and the Unfrozen Riders, the future of Pern is uncertain.

K'etha had expected to Impress a green, but not quite the green she had Impressed.

And Weyrlinghood was every bit as exhausting as she had been warned...and then some. She made her way into one of the bathing chambers and stripped down without any regard for whether anyone would see her, sliding into the water. There was space for others here, but that too she wasn't really noticing.

Oh.

That was so much better. The riders got to have hot tubs, but they needed them. Or at least the weyrlings did. The complex had been well-designed to handle all of this.

And when she...well.

When she fought Thread, she would definitely need and appreciate these little luxuries. For now, she floated in the water, oblivious to the fact that she was no longer alone.

For once, G'Kel was quite sober. The recent Hatching had actually made him feel a little bit better.

True, the hatchlings were unusual, but they were healthy, there were a good number of them, and despite their lack of preparation, the weyrlings seemed to be doing well.

The lack of preparation was unavoidable. None of them had anticipated that Pern would have forgotten so much about dragons. The youngsters hadn't known anything, and they'd been so short handed that...

They were still short handed.

"We should do sweeps. Look for survivors."

Pern was devastated, but people were tough. He glanced at his dragon, then up at the sky.

Looking towards where the Red Star was, more or less, although there was too much daylight to see it.